“I walk through the streets with a grenade in my hands, accompanied by children. "Go away," I shout at them. "Don't follow me. This will blow us all up." They carry on, unperturbed...” — Evelio Rosero Copy Share Image
“- Be careful, professor. We don't yet know whose hands the town is in. - Whoever they belong to, they're the same hands.” — Evelio Rosero Copy Share Image
“I walk through the streets with a grenade in my hands, accompanied by children. "Go away," I shout at them. "Don't follow me. This… — Evelio Rosero Copy Share Image
